watching the fools striving here below; and the biggest telescope in
Heaven--or perhaps the other place--will be trained upon Drusilla
Doane.

I give you a few words of advice. Better allow Thornton to act as
your business manager. He is an old fool but honest. But follow your
own wishes in all things except in actual business. I have directed
that all the expenses of the place at Brookvale shall be met from a
trust that I have created, as you are far too old to be worried with
the details of the new life which you now will enter. Thornton is a
nosy man and it will delight his soul to boss your servants and see
that cheating tradesmen are kept in check.

Another thing I wish to say--you can act upon it as you see fit--it
is simply the advice of an old man who has known his world. _Don't_
subscribe to public charities; they're mostly grafts, and besides
they have more of the Doane millions now than is good for them. And
_don't_ help the needy poor upon another man's advice; _see your
poor--know your poor_.

And now, Drusilla Doane, good-by. Enjoy my million! Don't make too
big a fool of yourself, nor marry your tango teacher, but spend my
million, Drusilla, _spend it_--and may God rest your soul!

There was quiet for a few moments after Mr. Thornton had finished
reading the letter. He folded the paper and then said dryly:

"I'm glad to know that my client appreciated and recognized my
abilities, at least along some lines."